Sergio

I got in late last night to catch the finale of The Masters. I am admittedly a casual watcher of golf. I enjoy dipping into the major tournaments and the Ryder Cup. The upshot was that Sergio Garcia, a man who is both 37 years old and seems to have been around in the world of golf forever, won his first major in a playoff with Justin Rose at Augusta.

From what I could gather, the narrative had twisted and turned all evening, with Rose ahead of the field for most of the day, Garcia dropping back down before recovering, before both men missed putts that could conceivably have won them the tournament. It probably says much for my frame of mind at the moment but I found myself moved by the action, as much as one can relate to a millionaire golfer who has had an outstanding career regardless.

I had read various comments from people throughout the day using words like "meltdown" and "implosion" to describe Garcia's performances in the latter stages of this type of tournament. It takes a certain type of mental fortitude to bounce back from that, prove your critics wrong and ascend to the greatest heights of your sport. You could see how much it meant to him and then some. And he gets a natty green jacket thrown in. Not bad.

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